A blog of my poetry, sometimes illustrated by my own paintings
23 Jan 2017
Ode to the RBC
From the heart the red corpuscle
carries oxygen to muscle goes all around in just one minute and then returns with none left in it, recharging in the lungs before the heart can whoosh it out once more.
Oh tell me Red, how does it seem to be a prisoner to haem and tote round all that iron and stuff to make sure our organs get enough? You do so much for little praise and only live ten dozen days
Those other cells? - we won't go near 'em, they're busy working in the serum, whizzing at a rate of knots some fight infection, some make clots, but it hurts your pride to hear them say "red blood cells don't have DNA"?
Oh, worry not, dear little cell, we know your story very well and oxygen's our main life stay, without you we'd just fade away. So carry on and do your bit - and keep up your haematocrit...